I saw the paper and knew what had happened.
Ed didn't yell at me, but I knew he wanted to. I saw the picture, and my fears were confirmed.
Now, around this time, I missed an episode or two. I didn't know if Ross was executed or escaped or what!
I went with Ed and Al's plan. I wanted to bust her out of jail. I knew it wasn't her! It was Grac—Envy! Envy in Gracia's face! I couldn't tell them, and it infuriated me. The best I could do was go with them.
All I can really say is that it didn't work.
When I heard that the charred corpse that was Mustang's work was really Ross, I screamed in anguish and ran outside.
"Why?" I whispered, staring at the sky as it started to rain. Clouds covered the moon and stars, and the fine drizzle came down on my skin. I smiled for some reason and started singing.
"Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to, Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about! Strawberry Fields forever… Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out! It doesn't matter much to me… Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to, Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about! Strawberry Fields forever… No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low. That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right… That is I think it's not too bad. Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to, Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about! Strawberry Fields forever… Always, no sometimes, think it's me. But you know, I know when it's a dream. I think I know I mean a 'yes' but it's all wrong. That is I think I disagree. Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to, Strawberry Fields. Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about! Strawberry Fields forever… Strawberry Fields forever… Strawberry Fields forever…"
"Do you always sing sad songs?" someone behind me asked.
"Normally. That song was sung in a story when the main character almost dies attempting to save the world. His girlfriend then revives him with her tears and kiss. I have a sad story, Mr. Mustang. So I sing sad songs." I sighed, turning around. "But why? She didn't do it!"
"I can't take what you say to be true, seeing how you lied about where you where from among many other things."
"It's true! It's true! It wasn't her! It was Grac—Gah! It was Envy!"
"Envy is an emotion."
"He's a Homunculus!" I screamed, falling to my knees.
He walked right past me. Cruel man.
I was skulking in the room along with Ed, Al and Winry, who finally decided to show up. Like I said, my knowledge here was patchy, so I was scared as well when Armstrong burst in. Edward was throw across the room and I was knocked on top of him.
Ed and I were speechless as Armstrong dragged us away.
"Major, can you put us down now?" Ed whined when we were in the lobby.
"Pllleeeeease?" I agreed.
"I'm afraid not."
The kidnapping was worth it. The ride through the desert was worth it. It was all worth it.
"Edward? Annabeth?"